Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.